Very important matrons and busy excited girls who ran in and out on errands had the same order of rather evasive glance.
"You have no cough, my dear, have you ?" more than one amiable grand lady asked her.
"No, thank you--none at all," Robin answered and she was nearly always patted on the shoulder as her questioner left her.
Kathryn sitting by her desk one morning, watching her as she wrote a note, suddenly put her hand out and stopped her.
"Let me look at your wrist, Robin," she said and she took it between her fingers.
"Oh! What a little wrist!" she exclaimed.

"I--I am sure Grandmamma has not seen it.

Grandmamma--" aloud to the Duchess, "_Have_ you seen Robin's wrist?
It looks as if it would snap in two." There were only three or four people in the room and they were all intimates and looked interested.
"It is only that I am a little thin," said Robin.

"Everybody is thinner than usual.

It is nothing." The Duchess' kind look somehow took in those about her in her answer.
"You are too thin, my dear," she said.